"You're a pretty cool boyfriend," Whitney said. "Wish you were, like, eight inches taller. I think I'd try to get you out of the dating group." Oh, yo... just think that because I won't let you get a shot off." That's true." What? That was supposed to be sarcastic. "I mean, Coach Hancock has had me in to work with a few guys he wants on the JV team and none of them take me seriously. It's like, 'Oh the girl has the ball. Let her take a shot.' I keep sinking them but nobody ever puts the pressure. I positioned my body over hers and our lips met with passion.I lustfully licked her neck, the contours of her shoulders, and the softness of her cheeks. Our chests pressed together as I slid my lips across her chin, down her neck, and between her breasts. I sucked her nipples as my hand reached down to caress her soft pussy. I worked my mouth down her stomach and around her waist. My tongue wiggled, tickled her inner thighs, and felt the texture of goosebumps on her tingling skin. My watering. From experience I guessed her breasts to be 36B. Her stomach was flat and honed from (I guess) hours in the gym and just above her slit she had trimmed her hair into the briefest of landing strips. Her cunt lips were tight and reddish and looked slightly moist; Her legs were long and slim. Not bad for a 19 year old."Well...do you like?" she asked.By now the tent in my trousers must have been making my answer obvious, but I mumbled "Well..err...err."She came over to me and kissed me. I found my. “I cannae any longer. I finished two drag’n Challenges ‘n th’ las’ few weeks.” He held up both hands, which looked perfectly normal, excepting a dark gray sharpened nail on his forefinger. “My reward twas a new one.”John had to physically restrain himself from grabbing Dulgan’s arm to examine it.The guard grunted. “A likely story, out here in the middle of the night. You got anyone inside who can vouch for you?”“I do.” Dulgan admitted. “Though he mightn’t be ‘ere a’ th’ moment. Dadem Oakfall.